loving when you don't want to

I'll go ahead and get the things I have no trouble loving out of the way, because that's the fun stuff:

 

• Jeremy.  Obviously I have to list my husband, but I really think he is truly my soul mate.  I feel like it's been so easy loving him these past 9 years and it's hard to remember my life before him.  It's the little stuff: making me coffee everyday, turning over in the middle of the night and putting his arm over me, the ease of our many conversations throughout the day, how gentle he is as a father, silly jokes that only I get, and playing with my hair when we sit together. 
• My three munchkins.  Oh how easy it is to love M, A, and J.  I have only ever had foster children, but having had these children from birth, I now have no doubt that I love them as much as I would if they were my own biological children.  If you doubt me, become a foster parent! You'll see :)
• My family.  I know we all like to brag on our families as being the greatest, but I'm sorry, I win.  But seriously, I love how tightknit mine and my husbands families are, and consider ourselves uniquely blessed to have such great relationships and support. 
• Friends.  It's so true, that good friends are hard to find.  We've got just a handful of people from here to Miami that have loved us through thick and thin, laughed with us, prayed with us, and continue to be a foundation in our lives. 
• God.  Saved the best for last.  It's easy to love the creator of all things, well...most of the time.  Unless things are not going well and I find myself saying, "really?  you can't just fix that for me this once?"  How selfish I am!

 

On to the hard stuff.  I don't have any insightful commentary on loving your enemies.  I really wish I did because I need it right now.  I really feel God telling me to show love and kindness to those who have wronged me in some way shape or form, but it's really just not that easy.  So, I rely on the words of Martin Luther King, Jr. taken from one of his sermons back in 1957.  Now, HERE is a man, that knows the meaning of love. 

 

Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies." It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. That's why Jesus says, "Love your enemies." Because if you hate your enemies, you have no way to redeem and to transform your enemies. But if you love your enemies, you will discover that at the very root of love is the power of redemption. You just keep loving people and keep loving them, even though they're mistreating you. Here's the person who is a neighbor, and this person is doing something wrong to you and all of that. Just keep being friendly to that person. Keep loving them. Don't do anything to embarrass them. Just keep loving them, and they can't stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with bitterness because they're mad because you love them like that. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they'll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That's love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There's something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies.

 

Feel free to read the full transcript here. 

 

 

truth of the day: "I don't know what I'm doing"

It has finally happened.  Or maybe it did months ago and I was too proud too acknowledge it. 

 

All my experience from babysitting, nannying, etc. has finally run out and I am realizing that in fact I don't know what I'm doing afterall.  Watching someone else's children 20+ hours a week may give you a great headstart to parenting, but it's just not the same as being with a child 24-7, or three for that matter!  Why the sudden questioning of my own awesome parenting?  Oh, I don't know, maybe it was the nightmare hours between dinner and bed last night, the random tantrums, throwing things, stealing toys and pinching.  Maybe it's just that I think children deserve all our love and energy because God gave us this awesome priviledge of raising them for a brief time and we shouldn't take it for granted. 

 

Bring on the parenting books!  Yep, I'm doing it.  I'm delving into some Christian parenting books, determined to not look back years down the road and think "If only I had known that then!".

 

So, help me out.  I've got a short list, but I'm open to suggestions! 

mommy adventures: sunday school edition

Ok, so our kids are finally adjusting to the Sunday School drop off, but sometimes our church going experience reads more like an adventure novel than a soul renewing worship experience. 

 

Take a few weeks ago for example:

 

We decided to go to the Saturday evening service at Grace Fellowship because a friend of mine was singing and on Sunday we were going to Christ Church because Jeremy was playing (double points for church twice?!).  Anyhow, it all starts after nap time around 4pm.  As if waking them all, dressing them, giving them bottles and changing diapers wasn't enough to accomplish in a half hour, add to it that every single one of them likes to messy their diaper AFTER they are fully dressed with coats and shoes and ready to head out the door.  Anyone else with me on this one?

 

So after changing six diapers, we finally race out the door to beat THE CLOCK.  Yes, the clock.  Why?  Because exactly 15 minutes after service starts, at 5:15pm, the doors to the nursery are locked, and our church going experience turns into us trying to catch Rex's message on the screens in the lobby inbetween chasing kids and feeding hungry mouths.  Not fun, we've tried :).  Thankfully, on this occasion we pull into the parking lot and notice that the little light on the door is still GREEN!  That means go!  Dodging churchgoers in the parking lot, we screatch to a halt in front of the doors and I quickly prop it open with one foot while waiting for Jeremy to hand me babies one by one.  As I'm propping, a lovely volunteer comes to the door, locks it, but lets me remain there propping it as we unload our tiny entourage. 

 

So we get in, drop the kids off to their respective classes with minimal fuss, and head into the service.  Now this is where it gets exciting.  All parents get these little sign in stickers that match the kids you dropped off, mine end in 46, 47, and 48.  The mission is to NOT see your little number flash on the big screen indicating that one of your children is screaming so loud the choir can hear them.  Crossing my fingers I stuff the little stickers in my pocket and hope for the best.  I think we made it through about 10 minutes before I see the first number.  I dash back through the sanctuary with that guilty/embarrased nod of "yes, that is my number up there" and darn, Jada just wasnt' having it in the nursery.  So I pick her up, and bring her into the service with a large amount of random chew things, straws, cups, etc.  Ten minutes later, another number flashes,  so I hand off Jada to Jeremy, do the embarrased/guilty dash again, which is doubled because this number is ALSO mine,and run out to pick up Michael, who apparently never settled down from the initial drop off but they were holding out hope.  We now have two toddlers in the service with us, ripping up bulletins and chucking straws.  I expend so much energy into entertaining them so they don't become the loud kid, that I pretty much miss the entire message.  

 

But hey, two out of three, not too bad!

 

P.S.  Special thanks to all the nursery volunteers that love on our little guys every week - you are the best!

 

 

Update from Jer

Jeremy posted an update on our church planting on his blog. Check it out!

Enjoy the weekend!

church planting!

So we are diving head first into this church planting thing, whether we know what we are getting ourselves into or not is still unclear, but imagine my excitement when one of my favorite bloggers, featured a list of do's and don'ts on church planting today!  Also psyched that they name dropped a guy we actually know, who I won't name drop here because I refuse to be like that :)   But as if that wasn't enough, Pastor Rex is ALSO doing a feature on HIS blog about church planting!  My state of joy almost matches what it did earlier this week when some potentially huge doors may have opened for us as far as church planting goes - more on that later. 

 

Without further ado, here's are some highlights from Katdish, who wrote a guest post for my favorite blog:

 

So, why should you be part of a church plant? My simple answer is that you have exhausted every other option and prayed about it A LOT. If you're still up for it, then brace yourself. If you don't come by humility naturally (like I do), God will humble you like the 360 degree mirror on "What Not to Wear" (with Clinton and Stacey in the background as your accountability partners).

So, what are some dos and don'ts I can share with you based upon my vast year and a half experience with church planting? I've got roughly 197, but I'll try to keep it brief:

Do choose a pastor that has an absolutely sound, biblically based theology and a Christ-like attitude. If, say your pastor (we'll call him Steve) would like to name the church "TheHolyandDivineSpiritualHouseofStevePointe," he may lack the necessary humility to pull off leading a successful church plant. (Especially if his last name happens to be Pointe.)

Don't get bogged down with things that are more about tradition and personal preference such as using a worship eagle as opposed to an interpretive pop and lock dance set to Toby Mac's "Feelin' So Fly". Keep the main thing the main thing, but don't sweat the small stuff.

Do have a plan and a timeline for at least the first two years of your church. If you are receiving support from outside backers and other churches, it really bugs them when you say stuff like, "Que sera sera, Whatever will be will be", and then make a sweeping, full body twirl whist holding a flowing scarf in your hand. (Yeah, they really hate it when you do that.)

 Read the rest at http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com

 

Ah, so there you have it.  If you haven't caught the church planting bug, you should. 

 

 

the shadow of His hand

I'm at work right now but my mind is at home with my patient husband and three fussy babies.  Days like this it's hard to be here, because the whole time I am thinking that I should be the one home with them and he should be out changing the world.  I literally walked out the door and left him behind with three screaming children.  He is so patient with them and trusts that this arrangement is only temporary, but it still breaks me sometimes.  I work because for now it is how we support our family, but we have a vision for Jeremy returning to ministry full time at which point I will then be home (atleast part time).  Until this vision is realized however, at times it feels like we are in a shadow of darkness. 

 

Oswald Chambers describes it like this :

 

"Whenever God gives a vision to a Christian, it is as if He puts him in "the shadow of His hand" (Isaiah 49:2). The saint's duty is to be still and listen. There is a "darkness" that comes from too much light-that is the time to listen...When God gives you a vision and darkness follows, wait. God will bring the vision He has given you to reality in your life if you will wait on His timing." Read the full text here. 

 

I love how Isaiah 49:2 puts it!

 

 2 He made my mouth like a sharpened sword,
       in the shadow of his hand he hid me;
       he made me into a polished arrow
       and concealed me in his quiver.

 

It's as if we are getting impatient and wondering when God will finally use us for this thing He has created us for, and all the while God has been grinding out the imperfections and waiting for the perfect moment to bring us into battle.

 

Welp, Jeremy just called, and there are not crying babies in the background, and he is coming to my work to bring me clothes for a Yoga class I forgot I was taking, and he sounds like he is in a good mood.  So that is nice.  Maybe I can go ahead and get back to work now. 

life sucks jesus saves

There is this little old white nightstand that used to sit by my bed when I was younger. It had this neat V-shaped shelve in the middle of it that held my current favorite books, probably something by Beverly Cleary or else those Twin Valley High books that were so awesome back then.

During one of my pre-teen fits of self-despair, and probably after a boy I hardly knew dumped me for some other girl, I remember scribbling something on this little dresser with my nail polish. I remember it because it stayed there for years, and maybe even to this day if I knew where it ended up. It said "Life Sucks".

That's not the first time I felt this way, and not the last. I think I've learned to phrase it better, or sugar coat it with thought provoking words of wisdom and insight, but the truth of it still stings. No matter what we do, no matter how we phrase it, sometimes things will just be bad. Life will suck the energy out of you and you will feel like you are stranded in the sweltering waves of a hot desert, your mouth crack and dry, your body aching and fatigued, weary and yearning for relief.

But there is hope.

Jeremy and I are starting a new journey this year, one that may or may not bear fruit, but we are trusting in God and praying that He's with us no matter the outcome.

We'd love for you to join us on this journey.
www. lifesucksjesussaves.com

3 under 2

People often ask me how we do it with three kids under two, and up until this point I'm always like, um, we just do it. I mean, I don't really know any different and you just figure it out. However, next time someone asks me how I do it without losing your mind, I think I will answer "I don't".

So the twins are finally walking...all over. And to be honest, I NEEDED this to happen. Imagine running to the car three times just to put each child in the car. Forget all the other trips I have to make back out because I forgot other things. Nightmare.

But now they are walking. And this was cool for about a week. And then came the "I can walk, so I can also throw myself on the ground screaming if you take away the cell phone I was playing with". Yeah, joyous.

All kidding aside, I am going insane. Nope, that was a joke too. My patience is actually growing, as are the list of hilarious things that happen in a house with three little ones. Like when they reprogrammed the home phone message to a bunch of baby blabbering. Or when we visit my parents and I put the boys to bed in the same playpen, and they spend the next hour in an ultimate restling/giggle fest. I especially love when they crack each other up for no apparent reason at all. Don't even get me started on bath time, how Jada manages to giggle so hard that she slides herself to the other end of the tub is just beyond me.

So that's why I haven't been able to blog lately. I'll work on it, I promise...but not at the expense of missing all these baby moments. I'll never get that back :)

P.S. What do you do when you are stuck home all weekend with sick babies? Make two batches of cookies! Try it, I promise it will make it all better!

anatomy of a shopping trip

Much like my buddy Rachel I have been in a serious funk lately.  I can't even get into all of it, but basically I feel like I'm the little ant and God's the big guy with the magnifying glass trying to scorch me.  Ok, maybe that's a bit extreme.  Anyhow, what makes me feel better when I'm down?  Shopping!  I rarely get to do this but last night Jeremy approved a meager budget of $50 to spend at Marshalls.  And since he never understands how I can spend an hour at one store, I shall now explain it.  

 

4:05pm - Jump in the car and head to Marshalls.  

4:11pm - Run into Marshalls knowing full well the clock is ticking. 

- Slowly walk through the kids Halloween costumes, remind myself to focus, and move on to shoes. 

4:15 pm - Hit up the bargain shoe section.  Why are there no size 9's?  Do I have the most popular size in the world?  Try on a few tall stilletos that I know I can never wear since my husband is only 2 inches taller than me and flips when I buy tall shoes.  Settle on a pair of 8 1/2's with a shorter heal and toss them in the cart.   

4:25pm - Browse through the regular shoes, nah, nothing here, don't need winter boots. 

4:29pm - Ahh, Clearance clothes section.  I start with the pants.  Sizes I browse the full range from size 6-10.  Find of jeans, and brown pants.  Throw them in to try on later

4:40pm - Clearance tops.  Again, browse everything from small to large.  Find a few tops.  Not satisfied - go through the all the racks again more thouroughly, pull out 3 tops to try on. 

4:51 pm - Coats?  Might as well look at winter coats.  Oh, and clearance dresses.  Coats are not on sale, and dresses look ancient. 

4:55pm - Purses.  Man, I could use a new purse.  Something that can fit all my things but isn't too bulky.  Try to find cute name brand stuff that isn't so trendy that it will feel outdated in two months.  ARGH!  Nothing within my little budget even though I go through the isles about 5 times wondering if I missed that perfect purse that was accidently marked down to $15. 

5:08 pm - Time is short!  I have to get to the dressing room!  Sort through my stuff and pick out 8 things to try on.  Call Jer in the dressing room to let him know I am wrapping up my trip. 

Jeans fit great, as do a few shirts.  Discard the rest and head out of the dressing room. 

5:16pm - Think twice and retry on the brown pants.  Nope, way to big.

5:18pm - Run to the check out while mentally adding up my purchases.  Ditch the shoes because they throw me way over. 

5:19pm - End up going over by $10.  Final purchase: 1 pair of Jeans, and 3 shirts.  One of which I think I will end up returning. 

5:22pm - In the car and headed home. 

 

Not feeling any better having gone shopping I convince Jer to go out to dinner which ended up being a good way to get out and talk. 

 

So, that was my shopping trip.  Maybe next time I will just buy a bar of chocolate. 

 

gender confusion

Today after church we headed to lunch as usual with the kiddies. We go to basically the same place every Sunday for several reasons:

1. We found the best waitresses there (Maggie and Danielle)...
2. ...who bring us plates of crackers and lemons to keep the kids entertained unti the food comes.
3. They have a great kids menu and know what we order every time.
4. They always seat us far enough away from other patrons so when Anthony throws his fries over his shoulders it doesn't hit someone.
5. Bottomless Pomegranate Ice Tea
6. Comfy booths
7. Close to home :)

Maybe Jeremy will come up with his own list. I'm sure there are things I left out.

So anyhow, we are having lunch today, chatting about the church service and the end of the world -not related - when this older gentleman walks towards us on his way to the bathroom. So he stops at our table and as Michael and Anthony shove fries in their faces he exclaims, "It looks like you girls are really enjoying your fries! How cute."

I wish I could describe the look of horror on Jeremy's face when this stranger mistook the boys for girls. Somehow, despite the fact that they were both wearing black athletic pants, brown sneakers, and red polo shirts this man mistook them for little ladies. I just laughed. "I think it was the braids," I told Jeremy - after realizing that an older white gentleman might not be used to seeing little boys with straight back braids. In any case, we had a good laugh (atleast I did). Meanwhile Jada was sitting there, dressed all in pink and white wondering, what the heck do I have to do to get noticed around here?

Good times.

C

dear mr. ramsey

Dear Dave,

Your envelope system is fabulous. I finally broke the habit of swiping my little debit card every time I wanted to impulse buy. You are right - cash is better! Oh, and I even got rid of my cable, and lowered my phone bills. I also paid off some cards and haven't charged anything to credit in months. But I have one question:

How do I make SallieMae stop calling me?

With college loans that could buy a yacht, my little service to society job is not quite making the grade.

My husband tried negotiating with them and they hung up on him. Suggestions?

Respectfully,

Christi

death and grief

I feel like I've been sleep walking for the past 4 months. I try to look back on time and can't seem to figure out where it has gone. It's as if I've been walking through a hazy fog, waking up, eating, going to work, back to sleep. I think back to a year ago, and the people that were once so present in our lives but now are gone, and it seems like another life entirely.

This past week I haven't been able to put thoughts of my cousin Jon and Jeremy's father out of my head. I keep replaying the events of May and the sudden deaths of them both within days of one another, and I can't seem to grasp the reality of it all. The traveling between NY and Miami, the hasty arrangements, the stacks of sympathy cards, and the painful goodbyes. It all is so final. I rechecked our phone ID the other day and realized that Jon's number had finally been bumped off our caller ID, no longer marking his last call to us on Mothers Day. A call I never recieved because we were in Miami with Jeremy's father.

I think of my father-in-law, and what a strong commanding presence he had, and how our children will only hear stories of the wonderful man who shaped their daddy into the father he is today. I think of holidays and family get togethers, and wonder what it will be like. I worry about my husband and whether or not he has really processed the whole event himself.

And yet there is a normalcy to life. The sun rises new every morning. The seasons keep changing. But sometimes I just wish it would stop for a little while. Or slow down just enough so I can feel like it's not trying to force me to keep up with it, and move on, and build new memories over the old ones. I want to sit a little longer, just as I am, without it thrusting me forward.

8 We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. 9 We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. 10 Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.
2 Corinthians 4:8-10

Are you dealing with grief?

And what the heck, 10 ways to change your attitude if you are like me and get yourself all worked up at 1am in the morning.

Blessings,
C

drunk pumpkin

A few falls ago I carved out these cute little pumpkins into tea light holders. I was looking for the picture of them on my computer so I did a search in my pictures for "pumpkin". This is what I got. I can only assume that Jeremy put it there.



I'm sorry, that's just funny.

Blessings,
C

identity crisis or boredom?

Number of times I've changed the design of my blog page in the past week: 5
Number of times I've had an identity crisis in the past week: 5

Alright, so I'm not really having an identity crisis. But having a new desire to write on a more regular basis, I have spent more time trying to figure out what I want my blog to look like. So, today it's purple. Yesterday, it was more pink. A few days before that, a subtle flesh color. But who really cares, doesn't everyone use Google Reader these days anyhow? If you don't, you should, it's the best thing since the Jesus Song (which I may or may not have watched 20+ times).

Lately I've been really trying to figure out who I want to be. Not just in theory but in practice. Jeremy made a comment a few weeks ago to me, suggesting that I was really rather insecure and didn't seem to know who I was. He went on to gently suggest that if I were to really figure out who I was and be confident in myself, he really felt that I could make a difference.

Um, was that supposed to be a compliment? "Honey, if you weren't so screwed up, you'd be awesome!" Well, I don't think that's what he really meant. As much as I tease my husband for not understanding women and how we think, I think he actually said something quite profound. Which is basically, that if I would just stop worrying what everyone else thought, and focus more on just living a life that is shamelessly following God, then maybe I could have some real impact.

The truth is, I worry about my hair, and my shoes, and saying the right things, and if anyone will notice that I wore the same outfit to church 2x in the same month. Oh, and that I didn't comb my kids hair, or my house isn't clean, etc. etc. Why? I'm not taking Paul's "be all things to all people" literally, I'm just living life based on others expectations and it can be exhausting.

So, now you know. I'm gonna try to stop doing things for you. Whoever you are. Maybe who I am in the inside will show up a little more, if I don't pay so much attention to who I am on the outside.

"Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades. The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God."

Proverbs 31:30
The Message

Blessings,
C

apples and working moms

What better way to ring in the fall then to go apple picking? Today I packed up the kiddies while Jeremy was at work and met some friends at the apple orchard. There is nothing quite like fresh picked apples for an afternoon snack. So now I've just got to try to muster some energy to make some pie or apple crisp out of them so they don't go to waste. Seeing as I have about 10 loads of laundry to fold however, I'm not sure you will smell anything baking in my house for a while. Which brings me to my top 10 reasons why I wish I were a stay at home mom:

10. I can wear my pajamas all day.
9. I can take naps during nap time.
8. I won't wait until my husband tells me he is wearing yesterdays underwear to actually do laundry.
7. I might start cooking dinner.
6. I can say "Hi honey! How was work?"
5. I can teach my kids to say "Apple" instead of them learning it from Baby Einstein. no, seriously.
4. No whiny co-workers
3. I can join all those mommy groups that make stay-at-home moms just as busy as working moms.
2. I won't have to take days off for appointments, doctors, sick days, etc.
1. Did I mention that I can wear my pajamas all day?

So that's my list for now. I'm sure I will come up with a new one soon. In the meantime, I will continue to attempt to be superwoman and work fulltime while maintaing a semi-clean house, cooking every now and then, loving my babies, and keeping my hubby happy :).

Blessings,
C

neighbors

The other morning Jeremy and I were talking about how we could get more involved in our immediate community. Having lived in our current house for three years, we have developed a great group of friends through our church, but somehow don't know the people across the street. Actually, I met the daughter the other day at the grocery store and she recognized me as and we had a fun chat. Then later I realized that it was her little dog that has been sneaking through our fence to play with our dogs (we named him "widget"). But I don't really know them. I can tell you the daily activities of all my neighbors, who cares for their lawn the most, who walks their dogs, who has the most visitors, but I am embarrased to say I don't know most of their names. So this is what Jeremy and I were talking about: how to get to know our neighbors and be involved in our community in a way that we could have an impact.

So then yesterday I'm at this training update for work. It's through Cornell University and while there were a few of us from my agency, there were multiple agencies represented. Some people even came as far as NYC. So there was about 25 of us in all at the training, and as I get to talking to this other guy there I find out he lives in the same town as me. Then I find out he lives in the same neighborhood. And come to find out, he's about 6 houses down from mine on the adjacent street. Small world! I went home that day after giving my new neighbor a ride home from training, and was excited to tell Jeremy that we are one step closer to getting to know our community.

So...do you know your neighbors?

don't be mad

Jeremy always gets frustrated when he has to wait for me to come up to bed. This means two things.

1. I really do need to be more disciplined about getting to bed on time.
2. My husband is awesome because he insists that we go to bed at the same time. (Insert small throw up in mouth here because we are so cute ;)

So honey, don't be mad at me, I'm just really excited to put up some pictures from the summer. Soon I'll be putting up pictures of fall!!









We pretty much lived at the park and walked alot. It was great. Jada got braids, the boys got busier, it was fun.

Ok, headed to bed.

Blessings,
C

and a few things

I don't know about other bloggers, but some days I find myself wanting to write about everything under the sun. How hot and muggy the weather was yesterday, how tough it is getting three children to church on time by myself, how I love napping on Sunday afternoons, the waste-of-life movie I stayed up till 2am watching the other night, etc. So I suppose it's time for another bullet point blog highlighting stuff I want to blog more about but don't have the time. Enjoy.

Things I enjoyed this summer:
- Camping in Hopeville! (ok, I did blog about that one)
- Sitting by my moms rock garden with the spitting frog fountain
- Walks in Central Park, and the Concerts on Sunday nights
- Swimming with Jada in the pool
- Warm mornings

Latest books:
- "I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy T-shirt"
- "Mudhouse Sabbath" by Laura Winner
- "Dangerous Wonder" by Michael Yaconelli (reading in small group)

Current indulgence:
- McD's Sweet Ice Tea and Warm Chocolate Chip Cookies ($1 each!!)

On Budgeting:
- Envelopes aren't that bad
- Dollar menus are awesome
- You really don't need to spend as much as you do, really
- Craigslist is the budgeters heaven

On family:
- Twins are hilarious. Where else can you get constent entertainment for free? I mean, two kids don't fit on one high chair, or do they?
- I love little girls. Dresses, pink, braids, bows - you name it I love it.
- Husbands should make you laugh. Like last night when Jeremy got up out of bed to demonstrate the wrestling moves he pulled on some kids when he got in fights in elementary school. He had me laughing so hard I cried. My husband fighting? It's not what it sounds like, it's way funnier.
- Grandparents are amazing. They all seemed to turn 75 this year and I am so thankful to have them around to celebrate life with. Endless wells of knowledge and wisdom.

On blogging, my new favs:
- Ragamuffin Soul
- Stuff Christians Like

On the unknowns:
- I'm getting pretty use to not knowing what tommorrow holds, and am getting comfortable with it. It stretches your faith, and can be really exciting if you don't let it stress you out.

Welp, there it is. Everything I've wanted to blog but haven't. Except for pictures. I'll put some more up soon.

Blessings,
C

Still a thumb sucker

Today when I came home from work I felt the distinct cold chill of the impending fall season coming through my windows. For the first time in months I grabbed a sweater and some socks before settling in for the night. It was kinda exciting. Cool weather means apple orchards, hot apple cider and donuts, pumpkin patches and corn mazes. Oh how I love the change in seasons.

But it comes at a cost. I'm also quite nostalgic and can get lost in memories of seasons past. I feel like there has been a lifetime packed into this past year, and even this summer. Many joys, but also many sorrows.

We said Goodbye to Domieian one last time this past Saturday. He is moving down to Virginia area with his family to start fresh. I am so happy for them and am sure they will do well. But I cried almost the entire time at the train station before they left. This little boy that I raised for the first year and a half of his life was so big, and happy, and well adjusted. Oh, and he still sucks his thumb. I look forward to keeping in touch with his family, and although Jeremy and I may have been a passing memory for him, he will always be present in my heart and thoughts.

First day!

Comfy with Jeremy

Last Summer in Miami

At the Train Station (ignore my slicked back hair, we rushed out of the house to meet them at the station and I may or may not have showered yet and/or put on yesterdays clothes)

Blessings,
C

political rhetoric

Yep, I'd vote for her. Here's just a few reasons why:

She is passionate, articulate and inspiring.
She is outspoken about her faith and convictions.
She fights for the unborn.
She is a role model and mentor to young women.
She thinks outside the box.
She is not afraid to confront opposition and stand up for injustices.
She is nurturing and motherly.
She is relatable and down to earth.
She has been married for over 20 years and has strong family values.
She supported her 17 yr old daughters decision to keep her baby.
Her initials are SP.

And she is my mom, Susan Parker.

Who did you think I was talking about? ;)